We've all seen it: people being rude to the staff, the tourists who avoid contact with locales or never even leave the hotel, and those that only patronize big franchises or tourists traps while abroad. Heck, I used to scout for the green mermaid like a Godsend before I had an international data plan, spending… Continue reading The Responsibilities of Tourists
"Another round?" Shamelessly, I wanted to visit with Enrique again and of course claim my 3rd glass of his velvety port. "Guapa. You are having fun?" Call me guapa one more time, I thought mischievously. "Yes! And I'm going dancing with you tonight!" His eyes widened as he smiled. "Bryan me invita!" I explained in my broken Spanish.
On a solo retreat, when my private grotto became a lipsync stage. Enjoying the breeze and Rihanna's Love on the Brain in Jamaica.
After a long day's journey through the sites of Mardrid, the sun was low in the sky as I stumbled upon Mercado de San Miguel. My eyes feasted on the crystal clear glass structure being held up by iron beams winding across the ceiling. Through the walls, you could see produce displayed like a vibrant… Continue reading WanderLust (or Love), a Curly-American Walks into a Spaniard Bar… (Primera Parte)
If you know me or follow me on social media, then you know how much my family means to me and you know how much I love to travel. Many pegged 2016 as the worst year ever, but for me, it was a year of recovery from 2015. Travelling to Argentina with my family was… Continue reading ARGENTINA: How Buenos Aires Changed My Life (Pt. 1)